My bestie was someone I first met when we were pregnant with our first babies. We were very, very different, but over forty years we developed that companionship. Did sometimes fall out for a few weeks here and there. As we grew older and both by ourselves our friendship developed, despite our many differences.
One of my daughters (A Psychologist) tried to tell me that she was too dependant on me, and could not understand that I had as much dependancy on her being dependant (does that make any sense to anyone else).
When our children grew up and left us, we knew far more about each others children (bad bits and well as good bits) than anyone else and always had someone to telephone to phone to have a moan to). Indeed, for the last year or so would always have a daily chat over the phone each evening.
We remained so very different in so many ways,but ten years ago she died and I still miss her very much.
So, Nanananana1, listen to her and ignore what she says, and just be grateful you have a friend to share your joy in your new status.
